Jack Straw
I look nothing like him!
“Porky”, the prize stud pig was acquired by farmer Brown who planned to rent him out to nearby farms to inseminate other farmers’ sows. He delivered Porky for his first consignment. He told the farmer to lead Porky into the field where the sows were, and he would get down to business.
First thing the next morning, the farmer tried to lead Porky the short distance from his sty to the sows, but he just sat there, and whatever the farmer did, he couldn’t make Porky budge.
He phoned farmer Brown and told him that Porky wouldn’t move. Farmer Brown said that he often did this and the thing to do was put him in a wheel-barrow and push him the short distance to the field.
After a struggle ,the farmer eventually managed to get the heavy pig in to the wheel-barrow, wheel him to the field and tip him out.
Off Porky went, like Casanova on Speed. At the end of the day, Porky still managed to walk back to the sty.
The following day, Porky offered more resistance and the farmer ended up barrowing him once again before Porky carried on where he left off the day before.
The next morning, the excited farmer phoned farmer Brown with some encouraging news.
“I think Porky’s getting the hang of it,” said the farmer.
“Has he made his way to the field and is he now shagging his way round the sows?” asked farmer Brown.
He replied “No, but he’s sitting in the wheel-barrow!”
First thing the next morning, the farmer tried to lead Porky the short distance from his sty to the sows, but he just sat there, and whatever the farmer did, he couldn’t make Porky budge.
He phoned farmer Brown and told him that Porky wouldn’t move. Farmer Brown said that he often did this and the thing to do was put him in a wheel-barrow and push him the short distance to the field.
After a struggle ,the farmer eventually managed to get the heavy pig in to the wheel-barrow, wheel him to the field and tip him out.
Off Porky went, like Casanova on Speed. At the end of the day, Porky still managed to walk back to the sty.
The following day, Porky offered more resistance and the farmer ended up barrowing him once again before Porky carried on where he left off the day before.
The next morning, the excited farmer phoned farmer Brown with some encouraging news.
“I think Porky’s getting the hang of it,” said the farmer.
“Has he made his way to the field and is he now shagging his way round the sows?” asked farmer Brown.
He replied “No, but he’s sitting in the wheel-barrow!”
